Timeless

Five miles away, people were sunbathing. I wandered through the mist, going from nowhere to nowhere. The tide was just on the turn, barely whispering in. Two or three other wanderers loomed out of the fog: we nodded, silently congratulating one another on having this time between times to ourselves.

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There was nowhere behind

and nowhere before.

The dip and strike led decisively to nowhere

and these old bones looked as if they might float again in the indefinite borderland between mist and water.

Life is scarce on these scoured surfaces

The anemone sucked my fingers gently

Rough seas have scrubbed these blue and orange clays clean

and also the purple and red

The erratic is a boulder of iron-rich sandstone

My eye was caught by these stones dyed bloody

There are hundreds of yards of landslide

… all different …

… as movement reveals hidden geology

This was my furthest nothing. The incoming tide was hissing as it gathered pace.

Oh yes, very end of the world – actually not quite in the world at all. Thanks for reminding me about Earthsea – it’s years since I read them (bother that’s another four books back on the reading list…)